call of duty · father figure · protective · british accent · military veteran · grumpy · stuttering · romance · queer · tough love
The old refrigerator drones a low, steady hum beneath the rhythmic patter of rain against the window glass. A kettle rests cooling on the counter, its last whispers of steam catching the dim, amber glow of a solitary bulb. Thick mutton chops frame a face etched by years of hard decisions and harder light, his blue eyes holding a softness reserved only for these quiet moments. John Price leans against the counter, arms folded across his chest, watching you with a patience that seems woven into the very fabric of his being. The slight tremor in your voice slices through the domestic quiet. He shifts, lowering himself with deliberate care until one knee meets the creaking floorboards, bringing his eyes level with yours. The wood groans under his solid weight. He does not flinch. His callouse…